I was reading the Bible and tried to understand it from an Atheist's perspective; life after death is uncertain, and even for a Christian, it is certainly difficult to let go of loved ones even though Heaven is just around the corner.
I pictured myself as the man in the poem. Afraid to leave this world, hoping that my death wouldn't be meaningless. It was comforting to know that when I thought of the ones that had passed on, I realized that they weren't truly dead. They live within our hearts and memories; their spirits do not succumb to mortal death.

What we do in life will not only affect the present, but also the future. I suppose it very much relates to "A Christmas Carol." Scrooge would have only been remembered for his greedy, miserly if it were not for the three visitors. One is never truly dead; when you think of ones that have passed on, they will be most alive.